If you would like a coalition with my in in my eyes,
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mark me down -say it- this institution demands these words.
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Knife your worth.
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We said, "Your vitality is like a throat and in this cold it stains,
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survives a haste. In the ascension taste sun in your mouth."
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Burn burn burning the callow of will.
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Herd into this pen the escape of, the escape of what you infer to be true,
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won't you slice open your wrists and crawl through your veins?
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You remain forever what you are.
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You put on full-bottomed wigs with a million locks.
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You can wear these high stilts instead of socks.
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But you remain forever what you are.
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Float or drown in these blades of canvas, perceive a fluid of manipulating skin,
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the skin turned from flesh, turned its face from the sun, revenge of a knife.
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Knife your worth.
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When you thought you heard the sun it was the fire in my eyes
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and when you thought you heard the dove it was my whistle in disguise.
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And when you let it go with little might,
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you found that down here there is no day or night.
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The wisest man will make you feel like you are a man among mankind.
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The devil has died.
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And you have been born.
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Knife your worth.
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Coalition
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